It was past 11 p.m. in the villa. Lu Feng sat in the living room smoking, unable to sleep. The mobile phone sales this month were very good, and Jiafeng's DVDs had also been officially launched. In two more months, the Tianjin factory area would be completed. This factory area was for chip production.
The R&D company has prepared everything, except for the lithography machine.
The phone on the table rang. Lu Feng reached for it, picked it up, and asked, "Who is this?"
"Mr. Lu, it's me. I heard you're in a hurry? Impatient? Don't complain to those big shots on Wall Street all the time. My job is very difficult," Watanabe said sarcastically.
"I told you, I would take revenge!" Lu Feng said in a deep voice.
"Your retaliation is suppressing Motorola? Closing tungsten mines in South Africa? These things have nothing to do with me. My job is to monitor, contain, and report on the finance, manufacturing, exports, and national debt of Asian countries. You just want that shipment back, right? Let me tell you, absolutely not. If we give it back to you, the Wassenaar Arrangement is just a piece of waste paper. Doesn't the US have any shame?"
"Let me tell you, not to mention your company, even your country wouldn't make us compromise. I've always thought Mr. Lambert was very good to you. He was willing to invest in you, and you could have smoothly entered the United States. But you chose Schroders Group, so don't blame us for being impolite."
"By the way, I recently noticed that the Schroder Group has been praising Jiafeng extensively in some financial media. It's clear they really want you to step in and take the fall. Well then, don't blame me for being impolite. I've recently compiled a batch of materials to submit, not just targeting you, but also including a large number of companies like Toyota and Sony. However, you are the only private company in China."
"Don't worry, I will take good care of you!" Watanabe Shi said with a soft laugh as he leaned back in his chair.
"So even if tungsten prices skyrocket and the costs of military and high-end manufacturing rise, you're unwilling to exchange that batch of goods for even greater losses, right?" Lu Feng asked.
“That’s right, but do you really dare to keep the tungsten mine shut down indefinitely? You dare, but does South Africa dare? Even if South Africa gets support from Europe, does Europe dare?” Watanabe said slowly and deliberately. “So, you can decide whether the tungsten mine is in operation in the short term. As long as you make us feel even a little pain, you’re not far from death. Who do you think you are? The Saudi king who controls oil?”
Hearing the other party's confident words, Lu Feng said, "I thought that with the power to fight back, you would sit down and talk, but I didn't expect this result. So let's continue."
"Continue? What abilities do you have? You just have some money, the backing of the Schroder Group internationally, and a few connections in Thailand. Let me tell you, with those abilities, I wouldn't even consider you a threat with the resources I can mobilize. You have a saying, 'A wise man submits to circumstances,' but you were being impulsive when you rejected Lambert," Watanabe said arrogantly.
“I had only heard that Wall Street could buy up a lot of assets around the world at low prices before, but I didn’t really understand how powerful it was. Now I have personally experienced why those rubber tycoons, oil tycoons, and high-tech companies have bowed down to Wall Street’s big capital, and I understand why they have been so successful for so many years,” Lu Feng sighed.
"The door was once open to you. You need to be smart. Find a way to kick Schroeder out, then go find Lambert. I believe he will be magnanimous and forgive your past mistakes." Watanabe pointed out a path to Lu Feng with a smug look.
"Thank you, but I'm too stubborn to back down. I'm hanging up now." Lu Feng said and hung up the phone.
It was already midnight. The lights in the house were dim, mixed with the moonlight outside, making it somewhat hazy. Lu Feng lit a cigarette and smoked it with a slightly melancholy expression. He had originally thought of using one tiger to drive away another, but now he was caught between a rock and a hard place, not to mention having Feng Zhiyao, a rabbit with no fighting ability, by his side.
Lu Feng used to talk about the little people in a great era, but it was just a casual remark. Now he has a personal understanding of it. Rather than saying they are little people in a great era, it would be more accurate to say they are little people under the protection of a great power. When the great power is lost, the little people seem even more insignificant.
When Jiang Xiaoyan heard that there was no sound outside, she walked out of the bedroom, stood in front of the second-floor railing looking at the living room, and said, "It's getting late, let's go to sleep."
"Go to sleep, I'm a little upset," Lu Feng said calmly.
"You shouldn't have done that in the first place..."
"That line again? Go back to sleep, okay?" Lu Feng interrupted her directly.
Jiang Xiaoyan went back to her room without saying a word.
Lu Feng went out the door, turned a corner and arrived at the scenic platform by the sea. The moonlight was like silver, and the sea surface was illuminated as if fish scales were arranged in rows. He silently lit a cigarette and remained silent for a long time.
People are always afraid of difficulties. When faced with a mess, the first thing they think of is giving up. We acknowledge the luck of successful people, but we also have to acknowledge their patience and hard work in the face of difficulties. As a reborn person, Lu Feng has already reached the peak. Going down from there will be a head-on collision with strength.
"Splash!"
The seawater washed ashore and then receded. The ashtray in front of Lu Feng was already full of cigarette butts. After thinking for a while, he decided to start with Thailand. Now that the U.S. Maritime Administration knew that he wanted to buy lithography machines, they would definitely keep a close eye on it. The only way was to get the goods into a neighboring country and then transport them back to China by land.
As for what Watanabe said, Lu Feng didn't take it to heart. He didn't want to be a rich man; being rich was too easy for him. Lu Feng wanted to be a successful person.
In Lu Feng's mind, a successful person is not judged by whether they are rich or poor, but by their perseverance and hard work in the face of difficulties. If the road ahead is a gift from heaven, then the road ahead must be paved by oneself to prove oneself.
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